to stare down the midnight anguish
satisfied by the second-wind.
The non-tangible warmth
of a late Summer’s night.
We stare into space
re-absorbed into the heart of the Universe
As sure as transcendence wraps us in its permanence
I have met the Sea.
Gazing through the blinding Azathoth, of desire
mine is to become
the God-mother of the abyss.
The shining black flame of limitlessness.